Chevy Woods - Houston lyrics

[Hook x2] If it ain't about the money n***a, I don't wanna hear it Pray in the UK if it ain't foreign n***a, I don't wanna wear it Pulled up in the foreign from a block away vroom, ya can hear it I ain't scared of no n***a, it's only God that I'm fearing [Verse 1] Pull up with yo main b**h, what you talking about Cuz she only wanna f** a n***a, cuz I'm hot now Let em say I ain't getting money, b**h stop now Cuz they ain't be no snitching over here mothaf**a don't you ever bring the cops round All my n***as with the gang and you know they gon' throwed at If you repping this club, girl you know you gotta throw that Real n***as step in the building, real money will be rocking the club Lay your b**h mad that you with you cuz you wanna come f** with a thug All my n***as stay down, still down with it If ya talking about the money boy, lets go get it Got a heavy plan for it though, sh**s real my n***a I'm cold hearted bout this cold hearted money I don't care how you feel my n***a [Hook x2] [Verse 2] Still down with the day ones Yeah I'm still down with the day ones All them n***as my n***as Yeah all them n***as my n***as All this champagne bottles in this motherf**ing club girl you know you gotta drink that Now I know your name girl, gimme your [?] take back Clicquot for my n***as Ciroq for the hoes I be having drinks on how high a n***a get that sh** for low Don't trip my n***a I could make a phone call if ya want that bird And I ain't even tripping on your b**h homeboy I don't want that bird But a n***a still flexing and I'm way up in Texas Some way up in Houston And your b**h still texting [Hook x2]